Well, I did it. I bought my son his first guitar--an electric guitar to be precise. The music store cut me a pretty good deal, because my son will be taking lessons with one of their teachers there, but it still put a nice dent in my pocket book.
There better be some dag-gum, sure-fire pickin' and strummin' that there guitar, because sure as God made little green apples, I will take it out of his hide if he gets bored and gives this up in six months.
And yes. I know. I'm the coolest mom EVER. And don't you forget it.
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